Page 153 of Exes and Oh Hell No

HARPER

My breaths rasp in and out of my mouth, unsteady, as I lie on the bed, naked, vulnerable, and handcuffed to the bedpost.

Ford is between my legs, his tongue swirling over my clit, drowning me in pleasure.

I bite my lip, desperate to keep the sounds locked inside, knowing if he hears them, he’ll stop again.

The sun has long set, and Ford, during one of his many tormenting, drawn-out edging sessions, calmly got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

No urgency.

No rush.

Like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.

Other than that, the house is shrouded in darkness—just like him.

My heart pounds against my ribcage, trying to break free.

I squirm, a costly mistake.

Ford stills.

His dark gaze flicks up, locking onto mine.

A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face.

Son of a bitch.

He knows I’m about to come.

A tiny whimper betrays me.

He places featherlight kisses along my inner thigh, his breath warm, his touch gentle.

Too gentle.

Then he pulls away completely.

“Dammit,” I breathe, frustration clawing through me.

Ford chuckles low, dragging it out just to piss me off.

“One more time, wife.” His tongue flicks out, teasing the dip of my belly button. “I want to hear it again.”

My muscles lock up.

I know what he wants.

“Tell me about looking into Jeffrey’s eyes while you were riding my dick outside the restaurant.”

My hand clenches into a fist, anger slamming into me with the force of a wrecking ball.

I jerk my arms, the cuffs biting into my wrists, but they hold firm.

Just like him.

“Why?” I grit out. “I already told you. Twice. Yet, you still haven’t let me come.”

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